James walked into the wal-mart, it was one of those new "super-mall" wal-marts and this would help him serve his purpose. He walked into the food section and looked around. He couldn't take much because he didn't have a backpack or even a hoodie, he just a t-shirt and jeans. He looked around at the canned goods, the fresh fruits, the drinks and the meats and realized that he couldn't shoplift enough to last for lunch, forget about a week's worth as he'd been foolishly thinking. He needed a way to get money.

The Smith's and Jones's pub was an older bar, once people had called it a sports bar, and faithful fans would gather round a T.V. and support Liverpool, which was quite rare in Manchester, until an angry patron had thrown his beer at the screen when the team lost to AC Milan in the Champions League Final. Since then, this bar had lost it's support from fans, especially since Smitty, the barkeeper refused to replace the T.V. Nowadays the money came from a shadier group of men and women.

Kyle walked into the bar, suppressing his anger as he say that good old "friend" of his. He had to act like he didn't know about this fellow's talking, because it was crucial to John Jones's plan that he hear this.

"Listen everyone!" Kyle yelled at the top of his voice, beginning to feel nervous, he had to make this sound really, really, really big so that whoever this new leader person was would send one of his men and not the ordinary police. "This Sunday at the old warehouse down the street, we're gonna have a meeting. We're going to talk about how much exactly we like this new 'government.' And how we're going to fix it." Kyle ignored the mutterings of the bar and left, a smile growing on his face for the first time since he'd seen John Jones.

James was loathing to do this. Although he'd shoplifted a couple video games and card counted and done some other illegal things for money in his time, he'd never actually stolen money right of a citizen, but he had not choice. He expertly pick pocketed a man walking down the street using a CHERUB technique that had likely been intended for more… legitimate purposes. He ran behind an alley and looked at the brown wallet, he'd lucked out, the man had 150 quid in there! He took the cash out and left everything else, casually walked by a police station, and guiltily dropped the wallet on the floor near the door.*

"Hastings! Will you get over to the Old Acme Warehouse on 59th Street? I think there's some… interesting activities that'll be happening tonight….

*James did not worry about fingerprints because if all went well CHERUB would get them deleted from the database.